In ice of rainThe rain, the cold rain came down in sheets of blackAs I stand under my hole filled umbrella, 'Why did I bring this?'I ask. I look across the street and see a family, being happy.Oblivious to the dark misery that is out hereI walk down the long winding road, then the wind comes and hits.It hits hard that I fall, fall down, down, down in to the blackness under my feet. I lay there in the cold water as more comes down. My mind is black; it is swirled with misery and death.I'm not strong enough to get up.Is this the end?As I lay there, the darkness starts to consume me. What did I think my end would be?Of course to be los
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